i miss you

i hardly know you
i think of you when
you're not there i
pretend to see an
octagonal anecdote,
musical,
notes fall...

- you dropped this outside your locker.

(snicker)

shrug, move on. what can you do?

the ashtray fills the room with smoke.

the days linger on, happening.

in and out of sequence,
related events fade.

poetry,
as ever,
is restless,
and yet
at peace.